Morning of Final Farewell My little sister, About to depart to a place far beyond before the day is out. The sleet has fallen outside, and it's oddly bright. (Gemme some ameyuju willyoo Kenj'ya.)
From the clouds of pale-red, that is all the more bleak, The sleet comes a-dripping and a-drizzling down (Gemme me some ameyuju willyoo Kenj'ya.)
Gathering the sleet snow for you to nibble on, Inside two chipped porcelain bowls with The junsai[water-shield] plant painted blue, I, like a stray bullet, Darted out into the dark of the [falling] sleet. (Gemme me some ameyuju willyoo Kenj'ya.)
From the bismuth-colored dark clouds, The sleet comes a-dripping and a-drizzling down. Oh Toshiko, At a time like this, When you're on the brink of death, You have asked me for a scoop-full of refreshing snow, Thank you, my little sister, so giving and brave, I too will continue ahead straight onward. (Gemme some ameyuju willyoo, Kenj'ya)
In between the oh-so violent fevers and gasping, You asked me to get The last bowl-ful of snow, descended from the skies, The realm of galaxies and suns and atmospheres... .. Upon two quarry-blocks of granite, where the sleet are lonesomely deposited, I perched upon them precariously. And from the glistening pine-boughs Filled with cold transparent beads that maintain The hoar-white, two-phase equilibria betwixt snow and water, I shall take away the last food for my little sister. The indigo-colored patterns on the familiar bowls that We grew up with, You'll be parted from them too, after today. (Ora Orade Shitori egumo [I'll just go off on my own I will])
It's true, you really are departing from us today, Oh, within the enclosure of the patient's room, On the other side of the dark folding-screen and mosquito nets, You are burning away with pale blue light, My little sister, so brave. This snow is so awfully pure-white, wherever you might choose. From those frightful, roiling skies, This beautiful snow has come. (I'm gonna be born again, and next time, I'll make sure everything won't be so bad I hurt so muuuch all the time.)
To those two bowl-fuls of snow you're eating, I will now pray, from my heart. Oh may this [snow] now turn into a heavenly ice cream Providing you and everyone holy sustenance. This I pray with all the ability I can muster.